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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Oneida,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.