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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.