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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.