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 Romania 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.