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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
MDC,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.