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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.