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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.