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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.