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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.