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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.