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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.