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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.