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 India and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.