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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.