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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Standells,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.