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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.