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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Fear,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.