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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.