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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.