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 New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.