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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.