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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.