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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.