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 Georgia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.