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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.