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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Deakin,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.