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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.