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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.