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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Can to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.