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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.