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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.