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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.