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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.