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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.