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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.