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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.