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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.