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 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.