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 Russia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.