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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.