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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.