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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.