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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.