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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.