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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.