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 Monaco and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.