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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.