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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.