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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.