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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.