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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.