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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.