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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.