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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.