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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.