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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.