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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
MC5,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.