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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.