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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.