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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.