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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Can,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.