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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Television,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.