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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.