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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Q65,
X-102,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.