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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.