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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Zapp,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.