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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Television,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Slave,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.