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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.