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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.