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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.