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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Pole,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Nas,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.