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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.