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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.