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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.