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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.