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 India and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.