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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.