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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.