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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.