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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stereo Dub 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.