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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Pole,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.