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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.