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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.