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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.