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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.