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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.