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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.