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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.