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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.