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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.