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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Japan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.