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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Darondo,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Television,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.