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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Brick,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.