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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Alison Limerick 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.