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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.