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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.