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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.