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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.