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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.