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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Television,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.