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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.