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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.