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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.