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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.