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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.