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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.