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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.