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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.