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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Scion,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.