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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.