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 Panama 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.