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 China and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.