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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.