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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.