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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.