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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.