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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Nas,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.