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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.