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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Skaos,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.