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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.