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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.