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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.