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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Monks,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.