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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.