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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.