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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.