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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.