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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.