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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
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 Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.