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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.