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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.