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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.