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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.