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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.