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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.