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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Q65,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.