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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.