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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.