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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.