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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.