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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.