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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.