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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.