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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.