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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.