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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.