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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.