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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.