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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.