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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.