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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.