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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Organ 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.