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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.