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 France and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.