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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.