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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.