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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.