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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.