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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Television,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Jandek,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.