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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Franke,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.