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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.