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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.