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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.