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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
This Heat,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Fear,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.