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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.