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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.