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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.