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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.