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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.