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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.