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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.