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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.