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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.