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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.