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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Aswad,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.