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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Visage,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.