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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gap Band,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.