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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.