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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
The Index,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.