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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.