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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.