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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.