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 Zambia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.