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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.