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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.