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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.