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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.