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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.