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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.