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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Pole,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.