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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.