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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.