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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Brick,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.