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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.