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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.