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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.