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 New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Japan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.