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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.