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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.