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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.