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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The United States of America,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.