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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.