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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.