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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.