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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Organ,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.