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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
the Association,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
the Human League,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.