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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.