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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
ABC,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.