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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
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.