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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.