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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.