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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.