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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.