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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.