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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Scion,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.