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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.