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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.