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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.