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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.