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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.