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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
X-101,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Index,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.