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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.