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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.