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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Unwound,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.