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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.