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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Cymande,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.