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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Vogues 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.