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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
UT,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.