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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.