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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Technova,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.