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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.