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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.