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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.