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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.