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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.