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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.