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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
DNA,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.