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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.