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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.