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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.