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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.