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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.