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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Technova to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Nico,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.