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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Television to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.