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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Wings,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.