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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.