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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.