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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.