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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.