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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.