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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.