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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.