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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.