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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.