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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Organ,
10cc,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.