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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.