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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.