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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.