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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
UT,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.