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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.