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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.