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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.