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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.