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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.