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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.