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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Quantec,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.