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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.