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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.