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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.