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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s 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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.