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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.