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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.