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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.