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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.