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 Moldova and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.