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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.