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 Djibouti 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.