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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.