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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.