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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.