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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
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.