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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.