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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.