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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
MDC,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.