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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.