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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Zapp,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.