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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.