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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.