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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.