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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.