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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.