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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.