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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.