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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.