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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.