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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.