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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.