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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.