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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.