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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.