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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.