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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Victims,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.