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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.