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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.