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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.