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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
June Days,
MDC,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.