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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Can,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.