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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.