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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Nas,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.