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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.