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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Q65,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.