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 Oman 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Organ,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.