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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Wire,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Doors,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.