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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.