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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.