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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.