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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.