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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.