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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.