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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Index,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.