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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.