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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.