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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.