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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Index,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.