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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.