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 Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.