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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.