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 France 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.