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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.