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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.