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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.