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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.