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 Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.