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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.