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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The Move,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.