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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.