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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.