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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Japan,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.