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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.