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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
JFA,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.