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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.