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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.