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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.