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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Offenders,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.