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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.