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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.