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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
Q65,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.