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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.