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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Wings,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.