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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Association,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Residents,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.