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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.