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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.