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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Television,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.