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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
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.