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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.