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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.