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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
New Order,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.