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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Franke,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.