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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.