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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.