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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.