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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.