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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Monks to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Japan,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
UT,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.