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 Norway 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.