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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.