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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.