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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.