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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.