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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.