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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.