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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.