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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.