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 Namibia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.