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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.