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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.