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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Neu! to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.