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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.