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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.