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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.