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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Move,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.