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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.