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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Japan,
the Association,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.