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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.