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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.