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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Television,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.