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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.