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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.