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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.