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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.