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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.