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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.