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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.