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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.