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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
10cc,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.