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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.