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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.