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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.