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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.