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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Scion,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.