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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.