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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.