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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.