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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.