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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.