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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.