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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.