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 Panama and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.