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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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 Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.