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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.