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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.