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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.