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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.