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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.