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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.