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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.