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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.