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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.