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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.