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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.