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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.