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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.