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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.