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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Slave,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.