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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.