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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.