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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.