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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.