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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.