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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.