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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.