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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.