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 France and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.