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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.