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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Fear,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.