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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.