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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.