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 Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.