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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Cymande,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.