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 Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.