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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
MC5,
EPMD,
Visage,
PIL,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.