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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.