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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Oneida,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.