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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.