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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.