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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.