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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.