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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.