Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.