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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.