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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.