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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.