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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the grime 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
World's Most,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.