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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.