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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.