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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.