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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.