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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Mars,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.