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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.