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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.