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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.