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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.