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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.