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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.