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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.