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 New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.