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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Crime,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.