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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.