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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.