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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.