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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.