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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Visage,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.