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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.