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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.