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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Rakim,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.