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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Television to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Pole,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.