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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.