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 China and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Monks to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.