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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
10cc,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.