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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
UT,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.