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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Mars,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.