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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.