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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.