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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.