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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.