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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.