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 Italy and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.