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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Technova,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.