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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.