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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.