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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.