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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.