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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.