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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.