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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.