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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.