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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.