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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.