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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Kayak,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.