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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.