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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.