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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Darondo 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.