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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.