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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.