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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.