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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.