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 Germany 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Q65,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.