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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.