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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.