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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.