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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.