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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.