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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monks to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.